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gucci was in a fine mood when he came along. and maybe her pulse experienced a quickening along the dewclaw which she studiously ignored. "i am. well. not in a doctorly capacity." a muscle in her cheek jumped. 

"i was wondering if you had a moment?" perhaps now he would hear the strain in her voice, beneath the careful coiffing of her measured tones.

"we can — we can go to my examination room, if you've got time."